Mysterious Awakening

Night.

The nightscape outside J City was dazzling.

Yang Jian was resting, but he dared not really fall asleep. Although this was J City, he still felt it necessary to remain alert.

All the lights in the guest room were turned off, leaving it somewhat dark.

Yang Jian sat on the sofa, propping up his head slightly and opening his eyes to look down at the enchanting night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was beautiful.

And very quiet.

This made him feel relaxed and comfortable because the prosperity and bustle outside told him that this place was safe, that there were no supernatural events occurring.

So, at some point, Yang Jian began to like bustling scenes, but did not wish to be a part of the crowd, because he was an outlier. He shunned the masses, and of course, the masses would shun him.

Sitting there silently, Yang Jian was resting like a lone wolf.

The light from the neon signs outside shone through, flashing quickly inside the room, creating a particularly clear shadow.

This shadow stretched long behind Yang Jian, eerily reflected on the wall behind him.

Even as the outside light faded, the shadow remained, and no matter how one looked at it, the shadow was always missing a head, creating a strange sense of imperfection.

And within Yang Jian's own flesh, strands of crimson lurked, emitting a faint red glow, vaguely visible in the darkness.

It was as if there were nine red spots branded on his body, inescapable, like the curse of an Evil Ghost, accompanying him always.

The one who controlled two ghosts was actually at his own limit.

The Eye of the Ghost was on the verge of awakening, and the Headless Ghost Shadow had fully revived, except it was just currently in a state of deadlock. ꞦÂΝŏ฿Èȿ

But the instincts of a ghost remained.

Once instinct overcame his consciousness, that would be the moment Yang Jian completely turned into a fierce ghost.

As the quiet time passed bit by bit, Yang Jian, half-asleep and half-awake, felt as if his life was slowly slipping away.

However, he didn't know how long had passed.

Maybe it was an hour, maybe two or three hours.

At some moment in the deep night, the tranquility was suddenly shattered by a sound.

"Bang!"

A loud gunshot seemed to ring out in a certain floor of the Ping'an Hotel, followed after a moment by the sound of alarms going off.

Yang Jian, drifting in a light sleep, slowly opened his eyes.

He picked up his mobile phone to check the time and saw it was only a quarter past three in the morning, still several hours before dawn.

"Only a little past three?" he squinted his eyes and decided to continue resting.

A gunshot and alarms outside had nothing to do with him. He wasn't responsible for Ping'an Grand Hotel; let those who should worry, worry. He had been busy enough yesterday and didn't want to be involved in anything else, even if a fire broke out it shouldn't disturb his rest.

After all, he couldn't burn to death.

However, sometimes you can't ignore things just because you want to.

Five minutes later, his satellite-positioned phone was forcibly connected.

It was still Qin Meirou's voice, "Yang Jian, are you there?"

"Can I not talk?" Yang Jian stayed silent for a while before speaking up.

"Are you currently at the Ping'an Grand Hotel?" Qin Meirou asked.

Yang Jian replied, "I'm sleeping. Let's talk about this tomorrow if it's important."

Hearing his tone, Qin Meirou quickly said, "Then you must have heard the gunshot at the Ping'an Grand Hotel. This time it's not a supernatural event. A ghost controller has had a mental breakdown, shot and killed a hotel staff member, and is currently in a highly dangerous state, potentially ready to commit more crimes at any moment."

"Oh, a ghost controller had a mental breakdown?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, "Must be unable to withstand the torment of a fierce ghost's revival, right?"

Sleeping at night is when ghost controllers are most vulnerable and the symptoms of fierce ghost revival become increasingly apparent.

He had experienced this acutely himself, indeed enough to drive one mad.

"Could you help deal with it?" Qin Meirou hesitated for a moment before asking.

"If it were a normal person shooting and hurting others, I would definitely be happy to help out, but with a ghost controller committing the crime... let Chen Yi handle it," Yang Jian said. "I don't want to get involved in this matter. After all, I came to J City for training, not to work."

"The Ping'an Hotel isn't within Chen Yi's jurisdiction; it falls under Gao Ming's. But Gao Ming isn't on duty right now, so he won't take action. I think you could resolve this minor issue quickest if you're willing to help at the hotel. If we wait for headquarters to arrange it, it will take at least half an hour for someone specialized to get there," said Qin Meirou. Continue reading at

A slight twitch formed at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth.

Trying to rope me into doing free labor again?

There are so many in charge, why is it always me? Could it be that I've intervened too many times before, making headquarters think I'm easy to boss around?

Yang Jian scoffed immediately, "Chen Yi won't handle it because it's not his jurisdiction, and Gao Ming won't because he's not within working hours, so I have to handle it? Don't I have any clout with the guys at headquarters? Am I the one to be saddled with all the thankless tasks? Or is someone displeased with me after Zhao Jianguo's resignation, purposely making things difficult for me?"

"If you want my help, I can do it for ten Ghost Candles, I'll get to work right away. Isn't it just risking my neck? If you're willing to pay the price on your end, I can put in the effort on mine. It can't be free labor again, right? Even overtime work pays, and surely I can't be worse off than someone with a regular job," Yang Jian said.

"Sorry," Qin Meirou muttered, then hung up the call.

At that moment, Yang Jian's expression darkened slightly.

He felt that ever since Zhao Jianguo resigned, and with the start of the team leader plan, there had been some serious issues with many of headquarters' arrangements.

The top-tier ghost masters seemed to have disappeared.

No, not disappeared, they just stopped working.

Someone like him, who lacked timely intelligence, was getting pulled in for muscle often, commandeered whenever possible.

If Zhao Jianguo were still here, this definitely wouldn't be happening. Zhao Jianguo knew his limits—he didn't ask for Yang Jian's support last time during the Z City incident because Yang Jian had just dealt with the supernatural bus case, so out of consideration, he didn't make the request. It was Yang Jian who volunteered to go to Z City in the end.

But now.

The airplane supernatural incident had just concluded, the Soul Bottle issue had just been resolved, and here he was, being assigned once again.

"Now I have to admit that Zhao Kaiming was right back in Dachang City; nobody wants to see a nobody like me rise up, even if I did solve an S-class supernatural incident."

Yang Jian stood up, looking down at the city outside: "So what, am I being suppressed subtly?"

This kind of subtle suppression wasn't deliberate, but rather a result of some ghost masters not wanting to work; naturally, their tasks started falling onto others, growing more numerous over time.

The so-called 'the greater your ability, the greater your responsibility' is nonsense.

In reality, the greater your ability, the smaller your responsibility.

Then, he remembered what Zong Shan had said at the airport before.

To become a team leader, achievements and experience weren't enough; you also needed sufficient clout.

What Yang Jian was lacking now was exactly that clout.

"I remember Tong Qian and Feng Quan are also in J City now, along with that ghost forum's Lin Luomei... and Xiong Wenwen," Yang Jian mused, his gaze shifting slightly.

Working everywhere hadn't been without its rewards; he had also made acquaintances with a bunch of people.

It's just that some of them didn't know he had this underlying influence.

"Bang!"

At that moment, gunshots rang out again. This time it wasn't just one shot but several bursts of gunfire.

The mentally disturbed ghost master from before seemed to have met retaliation.

Then, there was a knock at his front door.

This time, the door opened on its own before Yang Jian could answer it.

Standing at the dim doorway was Zhang Lei, who had looked stiff during the day, now staring at him with a slightly odd smile, "Yang Jian, there's been trouble, you know about it, right?"

"What does that have to do with me?" Yang Jian turned around.

"I've been assigned by the higher-ups to handle it, and I thought I'd let you know on my way there," Zhang Lei responded.

Yang Jian said, "There's no need; if you're willing to deal with it, then go ahead."

So after I refused, they arranged for Zhang Lei to handle it?

Indeed.

It's not that nobody's dealing with the situation.

"I think it's still better to say it, because just now, that ghost master showed signs of revival... and the situation has begun to affect the surroundings," said Zhang Lei.

"Looks like I'll need to find a new place to stay for a while," Yang Jian said slowly.

With his oddly cheerful expression somewhat reined in, Zhang Lei replied, "I'd really appreciate it if you could come over and take a look. I can handle it, but having one more person keep an eye on things would give me a bit more confidence."

Upon hearing these words, Yang Jian paused for a moment.

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